I made up stupid exercises in Da Qin, and Ying Zheng succeeded in practicing them?

Chapter 32 032 Eunuch?Lao Ai?The art of rotation?

Xianyang City.

Mengfu.

Decorate with lanterns and festoons, and firecrackers blare.

Today is the birthday of Old General Meng Ao.

The streets of Xianyang are already crowded with people and busy with traffic.

The people were dressed in brocade clothes and jade robes, and the carriages were loaded with things. They were all sent as congratulatory gifts to General Meng Ao. The people who came were either rich or noble.

In addition to the generals and courtiers of the Qin State, there were also envoys from various countries.

"General Wang Hao came to celebrate his birthday and presented a portion of century-old ginseng and a meteorite..."

"Guo Kai, the envoy of the State of Zhao, came to celebrate his birthday and send gifts..."

The person who served as the welcome guest this time was the steward of Meng Mansion.

As he shouted loudly, the people who came to celebrate his birthday presented gifts in an orderly manner, and walked into the Meng Mansion.

Later, they were treated attentively by Meng Wu and made arrangements for them.

Originally, Meng Tian and Meng Yi were in charge of hosting, but now that they haven't been back for a long time, I can only take their place.

"These two little bastards, I had to take good care of them when they came back. They knew they would be very busy but ran away without a trace."

I complain in my heart, but I can't show it.

Welcome those who come to celebrate your birthday in the best spirit.

In the center of the hall.

Meng Ao, a man with gray hair on his temples, had a smile on his face. He chatted and laughed with his old friends and happily accepted the blessings.

Even though Meng Ao is already 60 years old, he is as energetic as any middle-aged soldier, with bright eyes and a high-pitched and powerful voice.

The smile is even brighter.

The next moment.

As the butler shouted, his smile suddenly solidified when he heard his name.

"Marquis Changxin came to celebrate his birthday and presented a...a...a broken arrow." The steward stumbled.

Look up.

Changxin Hou Lao'ai, who has a handsome face, a tall and thin figure, sword-like eyes and starry eyebrows, walked over with square steps.

The face is like a silver plate, and the eyes are like water almonds.

But there was a coldness all over his body, giving people an evil feeling.

The appearance of Changxin Hou Lao Ai made the originally noisy Meng Mansion quiet, and all the guests present looked at Lao Ai.

There was fear in his eyes.

Lao Ai was a favorite of the Queen Mother. Because the Queen Mother interfered in politics in the harem, Lao Ai was given the title of Marquis of Changxin, and her status was second only to the Prime Minister Lu Buwei.

Bit high weight.

Never offend.

Wherever Lao Ai passed by, everyone gave way.

Meng Ao stood up and forced a smile. There was a big gap between him and Lao Ao due to their respective interests.

On weekdays, there are overt and covert fights.

He was not invited to this birthday, but now he came here rashly, for what purpose?
Based on his understanding of Lao Ai, he would never be kind enough to wish him a birthday.

When he was only three meters away from Lao Ai, he stopped and said with a hearty smile: "The Lord Chang Xin is here. If you are not far away, please welcome me."

As he spoke, he pointed to the center of the hall.

But Lao Ai refused.

"I won't be nagging. This time I came uninvited to give General Meng a congratulatory gift."

As he spoke, he deliberately emphasized the word 'uninvited', clearly telling everyone present that Meng Ao had not invited him, but that he was here mainly.

Such behavior puts Meng Ao on the moral high ground.

Meng Ao was a veteran of the Four Dynasties, and he sneered inwardly at this little trick.

"My lord, please forgive me. The generals who came to celebrate my birthday today are all battle-hardened generals with strong masculinity. I'm afraid I might offend you."

Masculine?

Crash!

Doesn't this mean that Lao Ai is a mutilated eunuch?

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience lowered their heads and suppressed laughter.

But Lao Ai didn't get angry but smiled instead, "Thank you for your concern, General Meng. I have prepared a generous gift for you, please accept it."

With the voice falling.

Wei Wei came forward carrying a tray covered with white cloth.

Seeing Bai Bu, Meng Wu became angry and asked coldly: "Lao Ai, what do you mean?"

White cloth?

Represents going to mourning.

On the occasion of my father's birthday, he covered it with white cloth, which was a naked provocation.

at this moment.

Meng Wu was like a volcano about to erupt, and his hand had quietly touched the hilt of the sword. If Fan Lao Ai couldn't give a reasonable explanation, he would have to beheaded even if he died.

Meng Wu's subtle movements fell into the eyes of the guard Lao Ai. His eyes were unkind and he subconsciously touched his waist.

Also at this moment.

The air was filled with chilling air.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, an old laugh broke the eerie silence.

"What's going on? There's something wrong with the atmosphere."

I saw the kind-faced Prime Minister Lu Buwei walking up, supported by his retainers, smiling the whole time and looking approachable.

But the ministers present subconsciously avoided it.

"Xiangguo."

"Xiangguo."

Everywhere he passed, there were compliments.

Meng Ao and Chang Xinhou were also respectfully called "Xiangguo".

Lu Buwei nodded.

After understanding what happened, Lu Buwei came to Baibu and looked up at Wei Jie who was sitting in Duanmu Pan.

"Who asked you to use white cloth?"

Although the voice was soft, when it was heard in Wei Jie's ears, it was like an ice blade piercing his body, making his body tremble.

"Back...back to the prime minister's country, I was in a hurry when I came to my humble position, so..."

"Palm mouth."

"Yes Yes."

Wei Wei put the Marquis's birthday gift on the table, swung his arms and slapped his mouth. There was a loud "pop" sound, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his teeth were knocked out. He didn't dare to spit it out, so he swallowed it hard.

Lu Buwei turned around indifferently and looked at Meng Wu with a smile.

"General Meng, I understand, this is all a misunderstanding."

In this regard.

Meng Wu couldn't say anything, so he nodded and bowed, "Thank you, Prime Minister, for upholding justice."

"Should be."

Prime Minister Lu Buwei came to the main hall and found a seat to sit down.

And this position happened to be where Wei Weiji placed the birthday gift.

"General Meng, I'm really curious... What's so strange about the broken arrow presented by Marquis Chang Xin? Can you take a look at it?"

The Prime Minister said so, and Meng Ao couldn't refuse.

"Okay, let's follow what Xiangguo said...but how about letting the Marquis open it?"

Lu Buwei looked at Changxin Hou Lao'ai. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes said everything.

The corner of Lao Ai's mouth curved, and she smiled and said: "General Meng has spoken, and I am naturally willing."

With that said, he walked up to the birthday gift, stretched out his hand and slowly opened the white cloth.

All the guests present stood on their feet and watched.

Everyone knows.

Lao Ai was once a guest of Lu Buwei's house. Because she was valued by the Queen Mother, she was granted the title of Marquis of Changxin.

In terms of relationship, the two are captains of the same ship.

And Meng Ao is a political enemy.

But now the Prime Minister prefers the Meng family. Things are extremely abnormal, and he takes the initiative to see Lao Ai's birthday gift.

There must be something strange in this.

at this moment.

They were curious...where did that broken arrow come from?
wow...

The white cloth was uncovered.

A rusty and bloody second half of an arrow caught the eyes of the guests.

The arrow body is engraved with the characters of the State of Zhao, and it is a weapon of the State of Zhao.

spooky.

This broken arrow looks pitch black.

Obviously, this arrow is poisonous.

But the arrowhead was nowhere to be found. Judging from the incision of the broken arrow, it was cut off by a sharp blade.

"This……"

Seeing this, Meng Ao narrowed his eyes and subconsciously covered his chest.

In an instant.

A mouthful of sweetness rose up in my throat, and I swallowed it hard so that the guests would not notice the strangeness.

Marquis Changxin glanced at Meng Ao and said with a proud smile: "I wonder, does General Meng know this arrow?"

Meng Wu also recognized the origin of this arrow. He stared at Marquis Chang Xin with scarlet eyes and clenched his fists tightly, making a bone-squeaking sound.

He was about to take action, but was interrupted by Meng Ao's origin.

"I recognize this arrow."

"Oh? General Meng, why don't you tell me?" Marquis Changxin said with a playful smile.

Lu Buwei sat upright in his chair and echoed: "I'm actually curious. Presumably, the guests present are also the same. What do you think?"

As he spoke, he glanced at all the guests in the mansion.

When the eyes fell on them, it was as if they were being stared at by an eagle, and their hair stood on end.

Under the pressure of the Prime Minister, he nodded repeatedly.

In such a situation, Meng Ao sneered, sighed, and frankly explained the origin of Broken Arrow.

"This is when we were at war with the State of Zhao and captured Yuci, Xincheng, Langmeng and other cities. We were attacked by traitors of the State of Zhao. They shot a poisonous arrow in the chest. Due to the emergency of the battle, they cut off the second half of the arrow with a knife. , continue to lead the troops to fight. Although I was seriously injured in this battle, I was able to capture 37 cities for Qin."

The voice is sonorous and powerful.

Such a record is the honor of being a soldier.

The guests present looked at General Meng Ao with admiration. Although he said a few simple words, they could clearly understand the brutality of the battle.

Marquis Changxin was not so kind as to let Meng Ao tell him his achievements.

There is a reason why we use broken arrows as birthday gifts today.

"General Meng, there's something you didn't say... The imperial doctor who treated you said something once. Do you remember it?"

Meng Ao was surprised.

What words?

Years have passed and I have long forgotten.

Marquis Changxin smiled coldly, "Since General Meng has forgotten, I would like to remind the general... Since the general's injury has damaged his internal organs, and the arrow is soaked in venom, although the general's physique is strong, the injury may break out after he is 60 years old. , but there is a possibility of sudden death at any time...I wonder, is there such a thing?"

Meng Ao nodded frankly.

"Have."

As soon as this word comes out.

The guests present took a breath.

They came here with treasures to congratulate Meng Ao on his birthday, just to find support. Now that they know that they can die suddenly at any time, wouldn't it be a waste of effort.

regret!
The guests whose birthday gifts had been recorded in their bills were filled with regret.

Since I have congratulated General Meng on his birthday, wouldn't it mean that I would stand against him and offend Marquis Changxin and the Prime Minister in disguise?

Is this simply losing your wife and losing your troops?
Those guests who did not record their accounts quietly stepped back and gave the guards a look, signaling to take away the birthday gifts and stop their losses in time.

As the saying goes, the wall falls and the hozen disperses.

This is exactly what is being said.

at this moment.

General Meng Ao's prestige declined rapidly.

Changxinhou sensed all this, and when he met Xiangguo, both of them smiled.

But right now.

A coquettish drink sounded.

"60 years old? I think General Meng can live to be a hundred years old!"

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